Kholo creek

Rowena McGregor poems 5 April, 2017 0 Minutes

above Kholo creek
a pink mountain, pink grassy heads swaying gently against the setting sun.

beside Kholo creek
an imprint of her hand in the cold, wet clay.

lost in the night
three childhoods, his parents’ pride, & little sister’s fierce love.

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violence

Published by Rowena McGregor

I like lots of things. words, playing with words, dirt, playing in the dirt, trees, flowers, people, making things with my hands, chooks, walking, thinking about stuff, all that. Committed to nonviolence as a way of life and to nonviolent communication as a means to achieve this. View all posts by Rowena McGregor

Published 5 April, 2017

6 thoughts on “Kholo creek”

jml297 says:

7 April, 2017 at 8:14 am

Devastatingly beautiful.

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1. Rowena McGregor says:
  
  9 April, 2017 at 6:41 pm
  
  Thanks Jane!
  
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Carolin Messier says:

11 April, 2017 at 5:48 am

Gripping. Wow.

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1. Rowena McGregor says:
  
  16 April, 2017 at 6:15 am
  
  Thanks Carolin, i have been a bit obsessed by the case and also the huge attention it received and just tried to boil it down to the essential elements… Alison is gone and the impacts of her murder.
  
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  1. Carolin Messier says:
    
    18 April, 2017 at 5:35 am
    
    Rowena, I don’t recall how I arrived at your blog, but when I read your poem, I had no idea of its history of origin. I just felt the energy of the words. I have no idea whether Alison was someone close to you, but I hope your writing has helped to bring you some clarity if not comfort.
    
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  2. Rowena McGregor says:
    
    18 April, 2017 at 5:42 am
    
    Thank you Carolin, it has bought me both.
    
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